On my
way to church on Sunday mornings, I pass in front of Roper's, a small cafe in
Simonton where the parking lot's always overflowing. I've often wondered why a small
restaurant that's well off the beaten path would be so crowded early in the
morning.
Breakfast
is one of my favorite meals on the weekend. The smell of hot pancakes and sizzling
bacon always makes my mouth water, and nothing's beats sitting down with the
newspaper, a hot breakfast and a full cup of coffee.
I'm usually
too lazy to pull out frying pans and griddles to cook for myself and I hate
leaving the house early in the morning for breakfast. But last Sunday morning,
I was once gain intrigued by all the vehicles in front of Roper's and pulled in
to see why so many people visit this place.
Thanks
to Maria Silva, a friendly cashier at the front counter, I found out Roper's
has been open for six years. Owners Marty and Lauren Gillespie aren't just
names on the sign; they work alongside their staff in both the country store
section and the cafe.
The name
Roper's has nothing to do with cowboys – it's a tribute to a friend's cattle
dog. When ole Roper died, Lauren and Mary thought naming the cafe after that faithful
pooch would be a great way to keep his memory alive.
To the
left of the front door is an almost hidden area where a dozen small tables are
nestled. Red checked tablecloths create a homey atmosphere, and framed pictures
look like what you'd find in your living room.
Although
the cafe is cozy and the staff is welcoming, what hits guests first are the delicious
smells from the kitchen. Lauren and her team stay busy in the back, hand
peeling dozens of potatoes that go into the tacos and creamy potato salad.
What
they do best, though, is making almost everything from scratch, from breakfast
tacos to omelets where the diner decides what ingredients go into a light egg-based
delicacy to a hand-pounded chicken-fried steak that not only covers the plate
but leans over the side.
Entrees
range from a chicken tender basket to fried catfish. Side dishes like mashed
potatoes, purple hull peas and fried okra are reminders of what our moms and
grandmothers served at family get togethers.
Lots of
restaurants have great food, but what makes Roper's different is the family
atmosphere. Maria said whenever she hears a vehicle pull into the parking lot,
she glances out the window and, as she recognizes the person getting out of the
vehicle, starts pouring their coffee, fixing it just the way they like it.
In the
mornings, the cafe fills quickly with "the regulars," people who stop
in for a home-cooked breakfast before heading out to the work world.
Men
wearing blue button-down shirts chat easily with guys wearing faded denim
shirts and starched jeans, and children are always welcome. Marty usually stays
in the front, making small talk with customers while Lauren and her crew stay
busy behind the scenes.
When
crawfish season arrives, the staff at Roper's hauls out big pots and hosts giant
crawfish boils on Saturday evenings. Lauren's dad boils up the mudbugs, and customers
love to sit at a table and dive into a pile of steaming hot crawfish and temper
that Louisiana hot sauce with a cold Shiner.
Good
times, good food and good friends. That's what Roper's does well – allows old-timers
and newcomers to sit a spell, talk about the weather, share a few laughs and
leave with a smile and a full tummy.
I'll
take that dinner over caviar and candlelight any day of the week.